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Drifting

Fog has drifted in and out all day, in my city and in my head. Drug in to work a few hours, but had trouble prioritizing just what to do. Oh well—something got done, and that's better than if I'd stayed home and been a lazy lima bean.

The fact that my Roomba seemed to be trying to mate with the speakers in my living room last night is vaguely disturbing. At least take them out for a nice dinner first, champ. And get a room (other than mine).

Oh, I broke a lamp, too. Not Roomba's fault.

Phil and I joked this afternoon about wearing Utilikilts on Sundays to increase attendance. You gotta work with what God gave ya.

Sometimes, in my more lucid moments, I'm aware that I'm this close to running like hell from God. That can't be good. But the Truth has spoiled me. I can only live on a diet of lies for so long before I vomit. I just wish I'd stop going back.

CG tonight. I want us to pray about the Indian Ocean tragedy, which weighs so heavily and yet somehow not heavily enough. This flesh fights my new heart with every beat. Each is attached to so many other things.

What do you see?

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ROTFL!!!!!!!!!

The fact that my Roomba seemed to be trying to mate with the speakers in my living room last night is vaguely disturbing. At least take them out for a nice dinner first, champ. And get a room (other than mine).

This cracked me up. Totally. Too bad it didn't succeed. Just think, you'd have a new product, an audio-vac. And you could call it, "Roomboom".

Re: ROTFL!!!!!!!!!

Roomboom—love it!
It depends on what I'm looking for.
Which begs the question...
I'm certainly not actively looking for that answer. ;)

permission to exist, permission to fail

What do you see?

a human.
Phil and I joked this afternoon about wearing Utilikilts on Sundays to increase attendance. You gotta work with what God gave ya.

I dare you!

hope. :o]
What do I see?

A frantic scratching to rise above ... what ... fear of mortality? The lust for money, for power, for fame, this is all it is. The horror and subsequent denial concerning the tragedy in the East, it's also from fear of mortality. For humankind in general, there is NO HOPE.

But He came.
... and I was just thinking "When is somebody going to make a Men's Bifurcated garment? Cause this Unbifurcated one is killing me."

I hear the count is now up to 60,000 dead. It bends the mind ... and breaks the heart ... and reminds me that no matter how pompous and arrogant humans become in all their accomplishments, it's still insignificant when compared to something like the twitching of the skin of one of God's creations.

Eyes open, I see the big pile of papers and trash known as my desk. I see the dustballs in the corner of my room ... the pile of clothes next to the hamper. Eyes closed, I see swirling mud and water and debris tearing little specks away from everything they held dear and washing both away ... and I wonder why I can only see the significance of this when my eyes are closed.